So, I'll set the scene. It's 5:45am in the morning, last Saturday. I had gotten off work at 5:30am, so I was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying my day. I was walking up the left side of the Bridge Terminal and a "gentleman" was walking toward me on the right side of the sidewalk. I gave him some berth as I hate getting too close to people, but the next thing I knew BAM! He cold-clocked me in the face. Stunned and pretty damn surprised, he grabbed onto me and said "Give me your fucking backpack now." No way I'm giving up anything to some shitbag. All I could say was "WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK," still in shock. He then re-phrased his demand into "Give me your fucking bag now or I'll slit your fucking throat, I have a knife." Nope, not happening. I had to scream bloody murder for a good 10-15 seconds before he managed to get me on my ass, but I was a bit more agile, and I rolled him backwards off of me. By this time the Terminal security came out and the "gentleman" took off running. The only thing I thought to yell was "RUN YOU FUCKING PUSSY RUN!", with blood drooling out of my face. He got into a Nissan and left with his lights off.

Hey asshole, if you can read this, you need to seriously learn how to rob people. You didn't even get anything! Who the fuck say "Give me your backpack"? Wanna know what was in it? 1x can of Monster, 1x stick of deodorant, 1x phone charger, and a jacket. Oh yeah, the empty NSLC bags too. I hope you feel like an idiot. Can't even take a backpack from someone? What a failure... —Red Concrete

Hey everybody, do you like them lovely big store bargains? Come on we all do. The cheap towels and tees and not to mention TVs. Well, seems like a garment factory in Bangladesh caught fire and 110 of its workers burned to death because there wern't any fire escapes. Guess who their main customer was? A certain giant chain (i.e. us). Hey and how about the way they treat their workers ... err slaves. Workers here in Canada and the US? Bad old unions. BAD. —Grumpy Old Fart

To the harshest mom ever: You had two boys with you, the younger one was obviously your son. I couldn't tell your relation to the older, teenaged-looking boy because the way you spoke to him was so rude and condescending that he may as well have been nothing to you. You criticized his every move from the way he held your belongings to the way he operated a camera. You were very pretty, but watching you fake smile for a photo of your 'fun family outing' with your young son while barking commands at this poor older boy working the camera...well that was the ugliest thing I have ever seen. You need to check your attitude and your tone. Shame on you. —You Look Like a Model, But Not a Role Model

If you only had a heart. —Cowardly Lion?

PLEASE STOP bringing your coffee into the 5th floor Special Collections room! The sign is by the door, where you all pause to read if you are allowed to come in to study. It tells you the hours we are open, and then below states, "No food, No drinks, No cell phones. Quiet study." So why do you all waltz in with your vanilla bean lattes thinking it's okay? The reason we ask this is because we have RARE AND SPECIAL BOOKS. Liquids and mice will destroy these precious, old, IRREPLACEABLE (c.1600-1700) books—not to mention the records, CDs and music equipment. If you want to drink or eat, step outside. Did you ever consider that there are rules for a reason? —Book-Lover-Becoming-Student-Hater

Hmmm. Let's really think about this one... You wonder why you can't lose weight. Could it possibly be that you eat deep fried garbage every morning and lunchtime? You wonder why you're broke. Could it be that you dish out at least $20 a day on that deep fried garbage? You wonder why your back is sore for days after walking only 2/3 of a mile. Could it be that your Big Mac ass and gravy-blood is weighing you down? A little bit of advice for you...put down the egg mcmuffin and french fries, WALK to the grocery store and buy a real food. Think of how much real food you could buy at the grocery store if you cut back on your $140 a week heart attack "food". —Fries Are The Total enemY

Unfortunately, my view on feminism has completely changed since I've been in your class. Our class started out lovely and now all we talk about is the hatred towards men that you, clearly not all of us, have. Please stop bashing men, we have them in our class too! God. Equal rights, I get it, but it's supposed to be an EQUAL society—not matriarchal society either. —Feminist, Not Man Hater

OK, I love Halifax. People are great. Except for the hobbit complex. You know, the selfish, inconsiderate friendliness that backs up traffic for innocent jaywalkers or holds the door for you when you're a good ten steps away. The brain-dead "aren't we just so friendly today" friendliness that is really a form of after-you-Alphonse passive aggression. Case in point: every third person exiting a rear bus door sings out "Thank you!!" to the bus driver, as though a) He gave a shit b) He was doing you a personal favour by driving you around and c) There weren't 15 tired people being politely silent to one another within two feet of you. It's not polite, friendly, neighbourly or anything like that to thank the driver from the back door. It's the opposite. It's impolite, unfriendly and rude. And to mistake one for the other requires a degree of self-congratulatory stupidity which is one of the worst features of Halifax life. —Try the Front Door

Thank you very much for stealing my car and smashing it. I do feel blessed that the police found you with it and I got it back. I have been dealing with car problems ever since you took it. Thank you again. And along with that Thank you for stealing my new shoes and breaking my stuff that was in my car. I bet you felt really good breaking my stuff. That was probably a big rush for you. More repairs are needed but I just can't afford it, Thank you. You are a very troubled 17-year-old going nowhere and you know it. I guess that would be your punishment enough I'd say. So, thank you for changing my life style and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with your family. PS: Maybe someday you will have to tell someone you love that you can't afford much at Christmas for them because someone stole your car, smashed it and you're still paying for it. God bless you and good luck with your very BRIGHT future, sweetie. —Grateful That I Know the True Meaning of Christmas

I just reported this to the police. Right by Citadel Hill on the corner across from the horse stable I was eating a sub when a guy and a girl walking by stopped and the man said "Are you a guy or a girl?" (I had a hoodie up). Thinking I might be sketching them out I said "I'm a guy" in a perfectly complacent tone while eating a sub and he walked RIGHT up to me and said "What are you doing out at 5am?" By this time I saw how tough this guy looked (UFC cheekbones, arms almost as long as his legs) and the girl he was with looked nervous. I became as calm as possible keeping my sub in hand, I went to speak while looking way. He hit me HARD on the side of the head with no provocation and when I tucked and turned my face to the ground he hit me hard in the back of the head six or seven times. I was mugged three years ago and that man was almost crying and was apologetic at the end saying he really wasn't a bad person and this leaves me disturbed to my core. Today's incident was man's smiling face, the impression that, had the girl he was with not screamed for him to leave me alone that he would have continued to hit me furiously. My present migraine and multiple lumps at the back of my head have now become a reality. Now that I'm not shaking from adrenaline anymore. He looked like a typical hockey playing upper-middle class sub-urbanized male with a hot girlfriend. Probably about 190 pounds. I'm 150 pounds and I wasn't squared off even if I had a chance against him. —Leave Me Alone I'm Human Just Like You